A green train home, a meeting in the corner of the city, and a new story.

The white collar and the male programmer in the corner of the city ran into each other on the green train platform, and she opened her suit slightly, and his cowboy coat was covered with tired eyes, and after the train had started, the two were crawling into the same crowded car, and she leaned behind the window, the light was blind, the train was shaking and she was losing balance, and he reached out to her waist, the temperature of her hands was leaking through the fabric, and she looked back, she was breathing in narrow spaces, the city lights were plunging into blurs, and the train went into the brakes, and his heart beats in sync, and he leaned close to her ears and asked if she wanted to get off.